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the scribble [it was her phone number] on the cardboard coaster meant alot {cuz} i could reach out and AlmOst touch her hand as i withered in the winter weather and now here... the spring and the earspace will not dwindle as i walk towrd the sounds, all steady i walkward sounds already and my slow steady slope of pacing is sure to win [i always win - even if it's last place]
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May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
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the scribble [it was her phone number] on the cardboard coaster meant alot {cuz} i could reach out and AlmOst touch her hand as i withered in the winter weather and now here... the spring and the earspace will not dwindle as i walk towrd the sounds, all steady i walkward sounds already and my slow steady slope of pacing is sure to win [i always win - even if it's last place]
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May 11, 2010
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